It was going to be the perfect murder. There would be no clues left behind, no body to conceal. In one stroke, Desiree was not only going to be rid of that bitch Claire. And she'd have Claire’s man as well.
That the *one stroke* was actually going to be hundreds of strokes--and it was Desiree getting those glorious lashes--was icing on the cake. Claire would be dead and the lashing, the bondage, the sex, and everything else that came with them, would be Desiree's forever.
(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)